Wakened from diaphanous dreams
the strains of a moonlight sonata
rain from heavens of pin point diamonds,
keepers of clandestine secrets,
meandering rivers of desire
flowing ribbon across dreams of gods that
slip through my window.
My bare feet rush through clusters
of allegories and majestic collages
where I have wandered a thousand years
into the embrace of the relinquished.
Rushing waves of passion spilling
from mouths of storytellers into the
hearts of lost lovers.